#cluna

lacey games has been my favorite thing lately

redraw of this scene from laceys makeup parlour ⌄

Imagine if instead of dying in the conclave. She and Octavia reunited the clans together and made Wonkru. She was always looking for peace and just imagine her trying to negotiate with Diyoza for them to share Earth.

Or her on the new planet, refusing to participate in any fighting unless she has to and truly thriving in a relatively peaceful state of being. Her teaching the kids of Sactum how to fish or even being a teacher? That'll be so pure to see

The fire crackles to life as Luna sits back on her heels and dips her head back to look at the sky. Stars blaze through the darkness, brighter for the lack of the moon. The Milky Way cuts a path across the sky and Luna picks out the constellations easily.

They’ve been on the road with an envoy of grounders and skaikru alike since Polis had fallen into relative peace after Lexa’s death and the Azgeda were driven out. It had taken nearly a year. She glances over at Clarke and Raven still puttering with their belongings and preparing food to set by the fire. A month into their trip and Luna was ready to be home.

Luna breaths in and looks back to the sky for answers. A mama bear and baby lumber across the sky, sometimes ladles, depends upon who you ask what shapes the stars make. Bear or ladle, Luna follows the lines to the bright star, Polaris, the one that leads them home. Polis. It isn’t far now.

Clarke collapses in the dirt next to Luna with a groan, “Exactly how lost are we? I swear we spent today walking in circles every since we broke off from the caravan.”

Raven stretches and digs the heel of their hand into their thigh, “All the trees look the same.”

Luna smiles to herself and leans over, briefly brushing her cheek against Clarke’s shoulder. She finishes the motion by kissing her cheek. They’ve only just broken off from the main group to avoid taking the long way through the hills with the wagons. All of them were impatient for Polis and privacy once more.

Months of gentle comfort, long talks late at night when the nightmares kept them awake, they had slowly bonded over broken hearts and a mutual love of gentle beautiful things. Still, before the trip had called them away they had only managed one tear filled evening of tension breaking conversation when Raven had screamed out that they were in love with both of them.

“Do you have any idea how much further Polis is?” Raven’s voice sounds weary and rough and there’s an edge of pain in it as they try to work out the knots in their leg.

Luna drops back and lays out in the grass to look up at the sky. She holds up her hand with her thumb out shifting it slightly as she squints through one eye. “Maybe another day,” she pauses, rolling her head to look at Raven. She’s worried that the trip has taken a toll on Raven’s body but she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “Two if we take it easy. We’ll make it there long before the others.”

“I just want to be back to Polis and clean, and bed.” Raven mutters.

“You only want a bed so we can...”

There had been an unspoken agreement that they were waiting to be alone again before they took that next steps barely having had a moment in a private corner to kiss, but now that they were alone it seemed any excuse to keep them from having to face their nerves and fears.

They can’t take their words back, and every conversation they’ve had that day pushes them closer toward that cliff. Luna had nearly grabbed them both at various points during the day, a passing tree looking like a perfect spot for a first kiss. No one had made a move despite hours of insinuation.

A few days alone in the woods had sounded like bliss when they had made the decision.

Raven snorts, “No, that’s why I want a bath.”

“There’s a stream about two minutes that way,” Luna points above her head and away from the fire. “It won’t be warm, but you’ll be clean.”

“They’re not the only one in need of a bath,” Clarke grumbles. “And if we’re only a day away from Polis I’m waiting for a warm one.”

Raven lurches to her feet their leg half giving out before they’re fully standing. They’ve half a mind to take a bath, but also aren’t certain they’d make it. Stumbling, they nearly go headfirst into the small fire before tossing their weight in the other direction only to stumble into Luna’s arms. A string of curses whooshes out with their breath and they move to push away from Luna. They can’t let their body give out yet, not this close to rest and a proper bed, not when they’re still expecting Luna and Clarke to leave her behind. It would be easier with two instead of the complicated trio they’ve backed themselves into.

Luna shifts her grip from Raven’s arms to their waist as she lets her head swim and settle. They hiked too far and it had been too long since breakfast but she’s ready to pull Raven and Clarke back down into the grass near the fire. She brushes her hand across Raven’s cheek and cups their face. “Take a deep breath for me.”

She wants to lean in and steal her breath away but she can feel the frustration simmering under Raven’s skin.

“I’m fine,” Raven snaps, pushing at Luna’s shoulders without much conviction. They step away and hiss in pain. They want to give into the comfort but giving into the comfort means making more than blase remarks about sex. It means crossing the line that they’re all towing.

Luna tugs them back. She presses a finger to Raven’s lips. “Just because you can push through on your own doesn’t mean you can’t lean on us. We talked about this.”

Raven dips their head and leans into Luna but doesn’t embrace her. Luna has been the one holding them together as much as Clarke and Raven doesn’t want to fight.

Clarke reaches out, her hand wrapping around Raven’s calf. “We’re almost… home,” her mouth wraps around the word because it isn’t quite right, but anywhere with Raven and Luna feels like more than she deserves most days. After Lexa’s death she felt more adrift than ever and they grounded her, kept her tethered so she could work towards Lexa’s goal of peace.

“Do we have to go back? Can’t we just stay lost out here?” Raven whispers.

“That would imply that we’re lost in the first place.” Luna says with a small laugh.

“We aren’t?” Raven lifts their head and looks Luna in the eye a small frown on her lips.

“Come here,” Luna sits down, sliding in next to Clarke in the grass and reaches up her arms to Raven to pull them down. “We’re all tired and we should rest.”

“Luna…” Raven glances from Luna to Clarke and back. This is a tipping point. If they go to the ground this means that everything they’re saying is real. Clarke catches their eye and that sly smile that caught them off guard the day they landed on the ground makes their breath catch in their throat.

Luna tugs on Raven’s hands and waits for them to settle to the ground.

It takes a few moments but the three of them lie back, partially tangled together but looking out in the same direction. Raven is curled in the middle, a familiar press of a warm body on either side of them.

“What are we doing?” Raven asks. They feel Luna’s body shake with a slight silent laughter.

“Looking at the stars so I can show you where we are.”

Clarke curls into Raven’s side, her head resting on Raven’s shoulder and her arm slung across Raven’s torso, hand resting on Luna. “Taking advantage that there is no one around to stop us from laying like this.” She turns her head and presses it to Raven’s shoulder, suppressing the ache to tilt her head and kiss their neck.

“See that bright star there,” Luna lifts her hand above them and points down the line of stars, fingertips gliding along the back of the bears. “We follow the hunt to find Polaris, from there we follow it to Polis.” Luna shifts to her side and hooks her leg over one of Raven’s as she turns. “We keep that cluster of stars over there at our back if we want to find the sea, but only for another couple of months, then the stars shift, but if we want somewhere quiet we should follow that star.” Luna gestures and shifts so she’s laying half on her stomach, her nose dangerously close to Raven’s cheek.

Clarke lays her head on Raven’s shoulder and reaches out to Luna, her hand resting on Luna’s side. She just wants this, for it to be right and real.

“Are you nervous?” Clarke asks, her hand coming to rest over Raven’s heart which is fluttering and pounding against their sternum like a panicked bird.

Raven scoffs, “Ha, not likely.”

Luna leans in, her lips brushing against Raven’s ear, “Your body betrays you.”

Raven sucks in a breath of air and they bite back a scathing retort meant to push Clarke and Luna away, back to a safe distance where they don’t have to face their feelings quite so literally. “And so what if I am?” They breathe out.

Clarke’s hand settles low on their belly, soft and warm, her palm pressing down slightly as she leans over to Luna. There’s intent in that gaze, a longing, a desire to end the pretense that they aren’t together.

“We take it slow,” Luna whispers. Her fingers curl around Raven’s shoulder, her thumb brushing across the front of Raven’s neck as she lifts up to meet Clarke in a chaste kiss.

Months of long nights, holding hands, soft touches on backs and stealing hugs in dark corners burns between them.

“Slow?” Raven chokes out, not certain now that the walls are breaking down they can hold back.

Luna pulls back from the kiss with a laugh. Clarke sighs.

“I thought someone wanted a bath first,” Luna tips Raven’s chin toward her and bends down to steal another soft kiss, nothing more than a promise in a press of lips.

Before Raven can respond Clarke tilts their chin and Raven eagerly meets Clarke for a gentle kiss. Lying there between Clarke and Luna, Raven feels a sense of peace that maybe there are things still good and pure left, pieces of humanity worth fighting for. Between skirmishes and political fighting some days it seems an impossible thing to find.

Clarke kisses the spot just below Raven’s eye, a warmth rushing through her as she settles back in. This is real and good. They’re here and alive. There’s a sadness beneath the feeling though, that she’s betraying Lexa’s memory, but she places Luna’s hand on her waist and presses her face into the crook of Raven’s neck and reminds herself that Lexa would want her to find happiness once again.

“Tell us more about the stars, Luna, what other stories do they tell?”